Gral the Stalwart glanced down when his ‘link beeped for the fourth time that hour. His finger hovered over the small device’s screen.
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” his friend Garn mumbled around a mouthful of popcorn.
The beeping became somewhat insistent, so with a sigh, he pressed ‘accept.’
“Well it’s about time you answered,” the Council’s Secretary snapped, his pale green skin tinged with a rather alarming shade of fuchsia. “Your negligence is unacceptable.”
“We’ve sent daily updates from Earth,” Gral offered in his deep, deep voice. “That was the agreement with Councilman Unda.”
“A one-line note stating that ‘the virus rages on’ is hardly adequate.” The Secretary sighed. “The Council’s handbook for field operatives clearly states that all reports must follow a standard format.”
“Yeah, Yeah,” Garn chimed in. “Three-thousand words with proscribed headings. That’s boring.”
“But it would be the correct format,” the Secretary fumed. “What do you expect me to do with one line of text accompanied by a rather primitive video file?”
“Those video files are the finest examples of social medial content to be found on this entire planet,” Garn said loftily.
Gral nodded. “They are quite carefully curated to show a good cross-section of the latest in Earth news and popular culture.”
“Indeed,” Garn enthused. “That last compilation we sent was a masterpiece. That TikTok montage alone was worth the watch.”
“But it’s not correct,” the Secretary said. “I shall have to put you on report.” He began to tap on the screen when a muffled knock off-screen stopped him. The Secretary disappeared for several long moments, only to return pale-faced and visibly shaken.
“Councilman Unda says to send more of those ‘cat videos.’”
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